Red Scoota - Short Bus (feat. GuapBoy Slick)

It's funny how they disappear when you go through the hurt and pain
They gonna' come right back around they see the money and the fame
It ain't no game, she give me brain, I tell her don't stop
I don't wanna let her leave, she gonna gobble on my top
And I keep that shit stocked, yeah I'm runnin' up the Guap
I got lots of hoes, they coming 'round, they givin' up the top
Well I got a plan for these bands bitch I'm gonna plot
Nonstop, nonstop
I been in the trenches with some G's, we been sellin' weed
Swear I keep it G and I'm gonna til' I D-I-E
G-U-A-P I need bands never CBD
Yeah you see the money that's my middle you can't get to me
I been in the crib smoking weed, plottin' on money
Told the bitch to get up out the crib after she swallow seeds
Cash up on my top, it's the only thing I ever think
Comin' in it's blue or green, fuck what you boys think
Kicked her out my crib she need more ass to sit up on my stick
I'm sayin' she gonna lick lick, gonna shoot until that .40 click
Blitz, I'mma run that money up, damn you did that shit quick
This the way I live, this is what I sip
Breezy told me chase my dreams so I won't ever fall
I see the fake in them niggas they want me to lose it all
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me except the mirror on the wall
Not fuckin' with the blogs, they finally freed the dogs
You can't drink what's in my cup, you might just throw it up
Catch me throwing bands out the van don't really give a fuck
And if it ever go down you might never get enough
Red dot up on yo' skull, make me mad and I'm got' bust
I changed the way I live, sit-in' in the crib
You ain't never gettin' chips, you ain't never gettin' rich
You ain't never do the shit that it took to make hits
You ain't never do the shit that it took to get rich
You ain't hitting' on my blunt, ain't catchin' this drift

Written by:
Scott Gattie

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